Idontwanttogrowup

One day I will cease to exist. They put my body in a box. The box will go underground. I will decay, and then be forgotten. So is any of this really worth it? Today I do not cease to exist. I am feeling lonely as fuck. Will this feeling go underground too? Or will I be free of this damn "life"? So is any of this really worth it?

A man is walking down a street carrying a plastic sack, the street has a name but that's not important... at least not to you. It's cold out and the man is poorly dressed for the weather. It's okay, He's been through this before. The ground has a light layer of ice and it crunches under his torn boots. It sounds as if he is trudging through a field of wheat thins, or perhaps potato chips. His nose is red, and the wind makes the unbearable night even harder to deal with. Most people would not be able to journey as far as he has. He is a seasoned veteran at survival, at the top of his own kind of food chain. The man has no real friends, but h

I wish I was not like this, Wish I wasn't always pissed, Want to be able to cope, But now I am losing hope. Depressions got a hold on me, Nausea and anxiety. The shit I go through everyday, Will never ever go away. Something inside me makes me sick, Then I turn into a dick. Mistake all of my friends for foe, forget everything that I know. I wish I was not like this, WishI wasn't always pissed, Want to be able to cope, But now I am losing hope. I wish I was not like this, WishI wasn't always pissed, Want to be able to cope, But now I am losing hope. Too much alchohol and stress, Too many things that I regret. I have not